{"id":893,"date":"2021-06-06T23:57:40","date_gmt":"2021-06-06T21:57:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/main.cse-initiative.eu\/?p=893"},"modified":"2021-07-05T21:36:19","modified_gmt":"2021-07-05T19:36:19","slug":"to-avoid-debt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/main.cse-initiative.eu\/?p=893","title":{"rendered":"To Avoid Debt"},"content":{"rendered":"

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A short musical film of Mithridates in a number of acts, which touch on everything. The government, the Joe Blows, the mass media, the pandemic, the alleged indignados incapable of action, the people who pushed their way into the internet and got lost, the artistic clique. A torrential 12 minutes…<\/p>\n

The original:<\/p>\n

Sound<\/a><\/strong>
\nText<\/a><\/strong>
\nHere is some more from Mithridates<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Government with spoon and fork on the ready
\nAnd you suddenly have a nobody for tyrant
\nA real live PM, with every flunkie,
\nBackroom boy and go-getter in his pocket.
\nAll of them birds of Aristofunny
\nAnd I’d say, “Relax my friend, he’s pulling our leg”,
\nThis Louis Seize of ours, this roi, this anax,
\nIf people all day long were not just gulping Xanax.
\nMinister of loathing, of repulsion and the primitive
\nFreely giving lessons in how leaders take initiative.
\nAnd the Ministry of the Extreme Unction with benighted regularity
\nGives a new dimension to the meaning of vulgarity.
\nLipstick on the pig, and all the rights
\nPassing as if by magic on eventful parliamentary nights.
\nThey push through bills atrocious on the ground
\nIt’s easy come and easy go and no-one hears a sound.
\nConstitutional outrage, without even a shrug,
\nPsychotropic situations and done without a drug.
\nThe eight-hour day was silly and should never have been made
\nAnd every hour’s overtime will now remain unpaid.
\nOutside of the parish the faithful march protesting
\nImagine that big daddy, is it something worth contesting?
\nFor every question you have they have a riot squad for an answer,
\nA dystopian land of hostages to poverty and cancer.
\nIt may look like repression but it’s meant for your protection.
\nA paddy wagon is comfortable and facilitates inspection.
\nBlue uniforms in the classroom make it easier, you will agree
\nTo beat and gas the students who rabbit on about being free.
\nBut listen to what’s best of all the changes in the home:
\nThe chance to have the riot police inside your living room.
\nSitting in their helmets with the air-conditioning on
\nThe burglar alarm you needed once is something dead and gone.
\nThe talk is of development and foolie (Mitsotakis) functional
\nEnjoys it courting ridicule at level international.
\nAnd Brussels laughs its head off as the next-door neighbours even
\nDare to send out fishing boats to empty the Aegean.
\nThis is why the wonder boy, currying favour with celebs,
\nInvested in a frigate that would really wow the plebs.
\nThis was deemed most suitable for serving out fair dinkum
\nTo the struggling lower middle class with their tiny shrinking income.
\nFramed by flashy wannabes, attache cases bursting
\nWith bogus reference letters, all identically thirsting.
\nThe incorrigibly mindless unrelenting and
\nSelf-evidently unpunished and well-shielded and
\nIntolerably unflappable, illiterate and insolvent
\nHell-hound not intending ever ever to be different.
\nThe sidekick, the horse trader, revocably upmarket,
\nChiseled in a lead and gold lamp.
\nWith millions from here the person who fixes cisterns
\nShould develop little muscles in some relatives.
\nBring a gift for some repairs
\nTo sisters-in-law, cousins, for favours and so on, in obscurity,
\nParanoia, in the chronicles of Narnia, so many scandals
\nThat they do not fit even in Scania.
\nTheir deficit is honey and their concern
\nIs to leave a mark in their name, again.<\/p>\n

ACT II
\nI have a sixth sense and I see dead people
\nSucking though dead at the prime ministerial nipple
\nVoters, busybodies, watching someone else’s dream
\nWhose only loyalty is to a football team
\nA little food and Gizmo goes and turns into a Gremlin
\nAnd hungry apoliticals turn fascist while assembling
\nThe far-right pillars of society seek a turncoat
\nAnd all the goats are looking for a scapegoat
\nIntroduce the owner of Macedonia
\nHit me with some headlines, make me lonelier
\nAnd refugees deprived of electricity
\nHave lost all hope of any more publicity.
\nCunning “you’re quite right buts” with hemorrhoids
\nLeave fly-blown filth which everyone avoids.
\nPoliticians who just steal no longer thrill us,
\nIt’s much more fun to vote for those who kill us.
\nKeep your job and bend however needed
\nThrough history greasy Greeks always succeeded
\nYou’ve learned to play Hugh Hefner with borrowed cash
\nAnd now with banging saucepans you’re a smash
\nYou hold your nose up high
\nIn this land where bums are low.
\nAlternative as always in punctured air sole shoes
\nWith some hogwash to deliver
\nAnd your mind some other place.
\nYou’re something of a slave I think
\nAs you trail the elephant.
\nWatch your step, Joe Blow you numbskull,
\nYou’ve grown too used to dildos and
\nYou’ll think there’s nothing wrong with that.
\nAll for the popolo, not a handle, I stake my arse
\nAnd you and I are suffering pain from all this conflict.
\nEverything corrupt, preserved in camphor.
\nI could not care less: it’s what I planned for.
\nBut you, you care about your butt, you love it madly.
\nDon’t let your pangs of conscience treat you badly.
\nYou think that you’re elite but you’re a plebby
\nYou feel petty bourgeois or simply petty
\nFor sure you’re a part of high society,
\nYou’re the son of Grab-it-all and Grab-it-quickly.
\nYou’re not one of the former or the latter.
\nYou’re somewhere in between. You just don’t matter.
\nIt’s better to be last than to have expired.
\nBecause the person who is last will still get hired.<\/p>\n

ACT III
\nInformation from the media is a fright
\nWith a permanent trend to veer towards the right
\nStylish presentation of a theme of great allure
\nRegurgitated memorized like contents of a sewer
\nRidicule, exclusion, smearing night and day
\nEyebrows lifted permanently will soon be stuck that way.
\nMouthwashed mouths and corps of corpses clogging up the channel
\nDragged onboard with grappling hooks to supplement the panel.
\nSponging off saliva they enjoy the candlelight
\nThe dirt swept under the carpet will be quietly dumped at night.
\nPlaying games of chance with euros like a boob
\nThis must be the reason you take orders from the tube.
\nIt’s time to watch the news, you see, down in the principality,
\nFakery on fakery a rotten mockery of reality.
\nHush now kids, the TV speaks, its wish is our command
\nFor this is now the ministry that’s governing the land.
\nThere are presents here for everyone and scandalmongering galore
\nFake news for every purpose served promptly on the hour.
\nEveryone must stay in bed until the storm has passed
\nAnd “naturellement” the Pasta Flora will be headlines
\nSince you asked. The shit will fly both right and left you know
\nThrown in a spiral, with propaganda called fake news
\nAnd papier-mache euros used to make statues.
\nThe leader ‘s on the telly for a tete-a-tete
\nPinocchio trading new ideas with Pinochet.
\nThe vilest and most cunning machinations
\nCan be turned into superb public relations
\nStay cool, remember \u201cHakuna Matata\u201d
\nThey can’t call you a terrorist without data.
\nNo harm is done this time and they can go to hell
\nThe news is simply splendid for the village jezebel.
\nLet’s hope the sordid details can be kept under the mat.
\nWe’d have our heads stuck on a pike and I wouldn’t fancy that.<\/p>\n

ACT IV
\nNow for the pandemic, the compulsory state of panic
\nIf you’re not hysterical you’ll lose the neighbours’ trust
\nNow everything’s illegal and everyone’s afraid
\nDon’t attempt to lift a finger, it will only cause a fuss
\nUniversal misery has become an industry
\nWe’re heading straight for hell and you don’t want to miss the bus
\nMacabre statistics to frighten every peasant
\nThe state is somewhere far away, what point in being present?
\nDeceit is more humane than clubbing on the head
\nWith COVID as the reason for anyone who’s dead.
\nBreak the quarantines, the handouts, the beatings and the fines,
\nThe sadism, the censorship, the unanswered telephone lines.
\nPandemics now necessitate the holding of the breath
\nAs hospitals prioritize incentivizing death.
\nI’ve had enough austerity. I’m getting sick of waiting
\nI’ve had enough indebtedness and lockdowns escalating.
\nWhen every nurse is given leave to call herself a doctor
\nAnd hospitals steal equipment with every janitor called a proctor
\nNot a penny can be found to buy another ICU
\nAnd a Megadeth at home’s a likely fate for me and you.
\nProtective measures are imposed in hopeful expectation
\nOf staving off emergency, not a cause for celebration.
\nMeasures they decide upon by tossing up a coin
\nWhich make you feel as if you’ve just been booted in the groin.
\nImpatiently awaiting the next contradictory measure
\nThat’s temporarily permanent, perennial displeasure
\n\u201cPersonal accountability” is what his highness said
\nUnless you are the government or working in its stead.
\nCome in please guests, its tourism time, we’re open now for bizoners.
\nNo more disgraceful advocates of lockdown and of prisoners.
\nWe may be broke and pale and ill after such long confinement
\nBut at least we’re safe. And our visitors have money and refinement.
\nWhat a stupid dynasty, conspiring here and there
\nTo change the Constitution to the title for a square.
\nExpert committees specialized in no specific thing
\nIndividuals who press their lips upon the papal ring.
\nBut they are not religious, name a faith and they will mock it.
\nThey will have a ready substitute to take out of their pocket.
\nFearmongers on the box exposing incest
\nAnd I laugh at someone’s butt at the gay rights inquest
\nPrison wardens are guys I’m proud to be among
\nAs a slow-release tablet leaks under my tongue
\nIt’s off to work by bus each morn and home again at nine
\nBread, olives and COVID 19, some people think that’s fine.
\nNo freedom but let’s attempt not to be greedy
\nWe’ve got Netflix and Apple Store. Let’s not forget the needy.
\nEvery household is a jungle uncontrolled and wild
\nThe child threatens the mother and the mother beats the child
\nYoung and old sit at their screens and fumble with their mouse
\nOur lives are socially distanced and we never leave the house
\nA gathering in the home is something shocking and taboo
\nThe next door neighbour’s watching every single thing you do
\nThis epidemic so they say has come to stay
\nWhat can anyone do to make it go away?
\nSome are paying close attention, others standing to attention,
\nOthers cross the whole thing out and some regret it
\nOthers in their weekend homes feeling terribly alone
\nBut there are others simply trying to forget it.
\nOne Nazi occupation is enough for any nation
\nNobody is in the mood for your interpretation.
\nLeave a little present for the children of the Kaiser
\nLet’s hope good use is made of all those billions owned by Pfizer.
\nAnd when the time has come for us to welcome herd immunity
\nLet’s see how many bees remain alive in our community.
\nAnd when the COVID whirlwind has moved on and passed us by.
\nWe can look around and wonder why it is we didn’t die.<\/p>\n

ACT V
\nThe phoney, the punk, the poser, the fake
\nClinks a glass in celebration of conformity.
\nYour face is dripping eyelashes your words are made of wood
\nTake your political correctness and stick it in your rectum
\nWhen they call for mobilization
\nSend a poem for publication
\nMake a statement and declare the latest figures on the air
\nLet the kiddies do a demo if they want.
\nNobody is trying to find a Samson for our lion
\nOr expect s to see two balls between your legs
\nWhen critique is merely acting and words are decoration
\nDon’t criticise yourself I truly beg.
\nYou’re righter than the righteous
\nAnd more Christian than Christ
\nAnd straighter than the straightest of the straight.
\nYou like to be a censor of the rhetoric of hate
\nBut not to have your solidarity examined
\nBefore you do your logout and close your little app.
\nIf your next door neighbour dropped dead at your feet
\nIt’s possible you wouldn’t give a crap.<\/p>\n

ACT VI
\nEverybody knows that we all have our views
\nThat Internet misleads us all is not exactly news
\nEven if you lie you’ll still be able to belong
\nYou’re encouraged to say anything, as long as it is wrong
\nScroll down to the comments underneath your wisest words
\nAnd watch the trolls all do their best to feed you to the birds
\nCarnivorous comments flank remarks of strange improbability
\nZombies of Lord Voldemort
\nWith keyboard capability.
\nUnfollow, block, report and mute The goats insult the sheep
\nWith sadism orgasmic that’s as shallow as it’s deep.
\nAn avalanche of comments intelligent and silly
\nMore numerous than the glimpses of lady Strella’s willy
\nWith the madam scrutinizing from the corner of her eye
\nAnd we’re running out of leftovers and where’s the WiFI?
\nPost your little photos of puppies and teddy bears
\nA pot of tea some fruit a row of ornamental chairs.
\nA double chin, your fingernails, your legs, the sandy shore.
\nA selfie in the landscape, could you want anything more?<\/p>\n

ACT VII
\nAnd we artistic parasites at the door
\nSwallow all the insults served up raw
\nBy vegetarians and pansies and featherweights and dandies
\nAnd clowns who say that I’m a lazy mutt
\nAnd politicians keep their muzzles firmly shut.
\nThey think the safest cure is
\nTo be mistaken for a tourist
\nOr an early morning jogger
\nOr a journalist.
\nWith artists all discredited, indifference is merited
\nWhen the world is in the mess it is, luxuries are necessities
\nIf the world goes down the drain, the theatre will remain,
\nFor after all it has already been perverted.
\nIt suits that in this age when unconcern is all the rage
\nWho really wants to preach to the converted?
\nLife’s reality show can burn your fingers, as you know
\nLook in your back pocket to find cover
\nPower’s chosen favourites can look after themselves
\nThere won’t be any handshakes even when the game is over
\nThat is why that I could never serve the governmental power
\nBut only be its husband and its secret closet lover.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A short musical film of Mithridates in a number of acts, which touch on everything. The government, the Joe Blows, the mass media, the pandemic, the alleged indignados incapable of action, the people who pushed their way into the internet and got lost, the artistic clique. A torrential 12 minutes… The original: Sound Text Here is some more from Mithridates Government with spoon and fork on the ready And you suddenly have a nobody for tyrant A real live PM, with every flunkie, Backroom boy and go-getter in his pocket. All of them birds of Aristofunny And I’d say, “Relax my friend, he’s pulling our leg”, This Louis Seize of ours, this roi, this anax, If people all day long were not just gulping Xanax. Minister of loathing, of repulsion and the primitive Freely giving lessons in how leaders take initiative. And the Ministry of the Extreme Unction with benighted regularity Gives a new dimension to the meaning of vulgarity. Lipstick on the pig, and all the rights Passing as if by magic on eventful parliamentary nights. They push through bills atrocious on the ground It’s easy come and easy go and no-one hears a sound. Constitutional outrage, without even … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[11],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/main.cse-initiative.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/893"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/main.cse-initiative.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/main.cse-initiative.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/main.cse-initiative.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/main.cse-initiative.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=893"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/main.cse-initiative.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/893\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":897,"href":"https:\/\/main.cse-initiative.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/893\/revisions\/897"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/main.cse-initiative.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=893"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/main.cse-initiative.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=893"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/main.cse-initiative.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=893"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}